It's surprising how close to the surface things can be, without a ripple to indicate their presence. I'd have thought, almost four years later, I'd gotten over the lump in my throat and tear in my eye and weight in my stomach. Krissa says this far more eloquently than I, but my heart just hurts today, thinking of what the Londoners are going through. It's hard, because this kind of thing is always going to be at least partly about New York to me. I was so at a loss for how to deal when it happened to us -- and I don't think I can look at this without tying it into how I felt then, and how I dealt then.
At least, as Krissa says, the people we know and love directly are all accounted for. And while I might not be entitled to this, not actually being from there no matter how much I might wish otherwise, I can't help but feel tremendous pride in the way London is handling itself. When the worst in some people brings out the absolute best in others, now, that is something to really bring a tear to your eye.